Title
The Peacock of Notre Damn

Written
April 2007

Inspiration
Feathers tickling me in uncertain places

Dedication
To Rip van Winkle, whoever the fuck he is

Style
Lemongrass on rye

Target Audience
Bonafide hermaphrodites

Editorial Notes
Physics is so eclectic when you sex it up

The Peacock of Notre Damn


Question: When is a peacock not just a peacock? Answer: when it's a cock pea.

This and many other counter intuitive effects of quantum mechanics influence our lives every day in unimaginable and, quite frankly, unlikely ways.

In the quantum world, a peacock can be both male and female at the same time. The only way to tell is to lift up the tail and have a look, thus decohering the superposition and forcing the peacock from blissful hermaphrodism into the sexual straightjacket of one of the two known genders.

If you lift the tail and see a pea-sized cock, you've got yourself a cock pea and no longer a peacock.

Similar things can occur in the human world.

Take a female pissed idiot catcalling and whooping during a pole-dancing performance. Quantum forces dictate that her firm, erect clitoris will be simultaneously an erect penis. The only way to know for sure is to make a measurement, usually with a tape measure but a steel ruler will suffice in a pinch.

As we have shown, quantum mechanics are not just for sad pimply-faced gentlemen who retreat into the world of the very small in a vain search for a lifeform that will manually stimulate their organs.

Quantum effects also have practical consequences in the world of peacocks and pole dancing, to name only two. Please excuse me now while I check my pole for decoherence from the superposition.